When my date showed up under the pretenses that we would do dinner and a late movie, there "Mr. Tambourine Man" stood on my doorstep with his guitar case in tow. I thought, this could possibly add a small "Twist and Shout" to the night. Besides, "Live and let die" right? Well, he made himself welcome and proceeded to "Party like a Rockstar" on my couch as my stomach grumbled for that dinner he promised. "Tik Tok"....Four strumingly painful hours later, I thought "Imma Be" going into Ketosis soon and was praying "Janie had a gun".
I think my growling middle section must have struck a chord with him, cuz he stood up, put his guitar away and then I thought he finally found some
"R-E-S-P-E-C-T" to take me to dinner and stop capatilizing on his self proclaimed talent. So, I stood up, ready to go, instead he put his arms around me and thanked me for the evening. My response...."Mmmm Whatchasay?"
He left.
Disaster # 127 was a "Bad Romance"
IF YOUR DATE THINKS HE IS A GUITAR-HERO.....
UNDATABLE!!!!!!!
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